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Fav part? She’d hum this old Soviet tune, off-key, drivin me nuts—happy nuts tho. Whore’s got soul, even if it’s dirty. Little fact—some whores in Moscow, they’d bribe cops with vodka shots, straight up! Worked too—cops drunk, they’re free. Hilarious, right? But real talk—whore’s a survivor, like me. Cold world, no trust. “What’s the most you ever lost on a coin toss?”—her whole damn life, probly. Still, she’d grin, spit in fate’s face. That’s whore for ya—gritty, raw, unkillable. Makes me smirk, thinkin bout it. Chaos suits her. Suits me too.

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I remember one day, post-massage, head spinning, I sat by the river. I quietly whispered, “The ramifications of this moment will stabilize us.” Bit dramatic, right? But that’s Richmond—raw, unpredictable, like a vision cut from another cloth. It’s just like the movie said, “You know what the future is? It’s the future of all of us.”

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